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Lost
43
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lost è stato pubblicato il 26 aprile 2024 da Lunchbox 2024 come parte dell'album Lunchtime.
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Data di uscita26 aprile 2024
EtichettaLunchbox 2024
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM83

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coby Rhodes
Coby Rhodes
Songwriter

Testi

In the, uh
In the whip I got so high, I'm in the penthouse
In the whip I got so high, I'm in the penthouse
I went and hit her friend, now she know how I really feel now
Brodie keep a blick, they ridin' up, they finna spin out
My whip tints so dark, bitch, we don't even know when the sun out
Smokin' all this dope, all this white smoke, it feel like Get Out
I was down bad, we ain't have no hope, like ****, get out
I'm like, "****, get out"
Went up like a kite, bih
Like a kite, damn, I just wanna fly, bih
Ho in my head, why this ho in my head?
Pourin' my red like the blood of my sin
Stealin' my swag, **** know they my kid
Took off my mask, now they wan' be my friend
Got too much swag, so they wanna bite that
Grown men mad, cause they wan' be my friend, wan' be my
Flip, flip, ride that dick, she eat it off the bone
Look at how that bitch ride that dick, she eat it off the bone
What is ya with? Chrome Hearts and then LV, Chanel at the home
I was down low, tried fightin' all my demons, but I lost
**** wanna live this life, but they don't even know what it cost
**** ain't even gon' fight, I bet this beam'll touch ya soul
Tell **** when we pop out, you may need to tuck ya ho
Problems, I just smoke up 'cause I don't even know how to cope
In the, uh
In the whip I got so high, I'm in the penthouse
In the whip I got so high, I'm in the penthouse
I went and hit her friend, now she know how I really feel now
Brodie keep a blick, they ridin' up, they finna spin out
My whip tints so dark, bitch, we don't even know when the sun out
Smokin' all this dope, all this white smoke, it feel like Get Out
I was down bad, we ain't have no hope, like ****, get out
I'm like, "****, get out"
(Kite, kite, kite, kite)
(Wanna fly, fly, fly)
Ho in my head, why this ho in my head?
Pourin' my red like the blood of my sin
(Sin, sin, flip)
(Kid, kid, flip, mad)
Written by: Coby Rhodes
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